Four _ pi _ zed _ eight _ gamer saw a butterfly for the first time. She sat on his wrist, folded her velvet wings and froze. Four _ pi enthusiastically stopped breathing and began to look in detail at the weightless creature. A rich colorful pattern on the wings, a thin fragile serene body. This creation said so much about the world around it, far more than millions of bits of soulless data. All the information in his neural networks seemed to be forgotten. Now the most important thing was very close. He was just watching. And he even turned off all analysis modes and allowed himself only to take a three-dimensional picture. Having finished contact, the butterfly fluttered and flew relaxed somewhere to the side, and Four _ pi finally sighed in fascination...